Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
His hands push my thighs flat against the bed when I roll my hips against his lips, his tongue expertly lapping over me, and a moan escapes my lips.
Desire blazes through me as I tangle my fingers in Blaine's hair; he growls before sucking hard on my clit, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge.
The sensation sends a jolt through me, and I gasp before I feel a pair of lips cover mine. Opening my eyes, I find Xavier hovering over the top of me, his hand going to the back of my neck while kissing me deeper, his tongue invading every inch of my mouth.
Blaine teases my clit before shoving my leg higher as his hot mouth invades every part of me, leaving me breathless, and I pull away from Xavier, trying to catch my breath.
Xavier's lips move down my jaw as I writhe in pleasure between them, making me lose all train of thought, becoming consumed by the feeling building within me and making my skin heat and my face flush.
Xavier's hand runs down my stomach and into Blaine's hair, his lips moving to my nipple, and his sharp teeth bite down as Blaine presses a finger against the tight muscles of my ass.
His finger is working its way into my puckered hole, and I squirm at the intrusion before pushing back against him, reveling in the feeling only they can invoke. Enjoying the different sensations as his tongue assaults my pussy, devouring me.
I hear the bathroom door open before hearing footsteps, and the drawer beside the bed opens. My eyes open when Latham speaks.
"Gentle. She may seem fine but remember she is sore, Blaine," Latham scolds while digging through the drawer.
I swallow when he drops his towel, his hard cock standing upright, and I crave to know what he would feel like deep inside me.
Latham sighs, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts.
Disappointment floods me, and I turn slightly and reach for him, only for him to jerk away at my outstretched hand.
Xavier and Blaine stop and look over at him while Latham stares down at me. Shame washes over me. He rejected me.
"You won't hurt her, Latham," Blaine says, and Xavier sits up.
I swallow under Latham's intense gaze before sitting up and moving up on the bed. Blaine tries to grab my ankles; however, I pull my legs out of reach and close my legs. Blaine growls at me, but I ignore him, needing to escape before I embarrass myself further.
"Bella?" Xavier calls as I move to the edge of the bed so I can go shower.
Blaine reaches for my hand as I climb off the bed.
"I should go get ready for work," I tell them, intent on going so I can clear my head.
So many questions are swarming in my head.
Latham declaring I am his but refusing to touch me has me confused; then him calling out his ex's name but also leaving when I question him, wanting to know more about her.
It makes me doubt all their intentions, making me feel stupid and ashamed for wanting them so desperately.
"You aren't going to work," Latham says behind me as I stand, reaching for the sheet that has fallen on the floor. "Arabella, you aren't going to work. We have other plans today."
I nod, ignoring him, as I look around for some clothes before deciding to just cover myself with the sheet and duck home.
I can feel their gazes moving over me. Blaine growls, and I feel Xavier's arms wrap around my waist, his chest pressing tightly against my back before he dips his face in my neck, his lips pressing against the skin below my ear.
"I will join you then," he purrs, and I fight back the urge to agree, a shiver running up my spine, and my walls clench, wanting the same thing, but I stifle the want filling me.
"No, I can shower by myself. I won't be gone long," I lie, and Xavier sighs but lets me go.
"One of us goes with you," Latham says.
I shake my head, unable to look at him. I don't want him to see how badly his rejection affects me. "No, I will be—"
"It isn't a choice until we know who that demon is. You remain with one of us at all times," Latham answers, cutting me off.
"I will be next door, Latham. I don't need anyone holding my hand," I say, harsher than intended.
Latham growls at me, and I glance at him briefly before looking away and walking toward the door. Only he suddenly appears in front of me, blocking the doorway.
"What is wrong?" he snaps, and I step back from him.
"Nothing, I just want to shower in peace."
How could he not know what was wrong?
"Then shower. Blaine will get you some clothes, and I don't appreciate being lied to," Latham says.
"And I don't appreciate your mixed signals. Now, move," I snap as I try to step past him, but he steps to the side, blocking me once again.
"What do you mean?" he demands, placing his arm on the other side of him.
I try to duck under his arm when the air is knocked from my lungs; he moves that quickly. My back comes in contact with the soft mattress, and Latham growls, hovering above me.
"What do you mean, Arabella?" he demands while leaning over me, his legs between mine and hands braced on either side of my head.
"Let me up. Please, Latham. You have embarrassed me enough."
Xavier hums, and Latham looks over at him before looking back at me. His eyes roam over the sheet I clutch around me.
"I have done no such thing," he says, meeting my gaze, and I glare at him.
Blaine clears his throat before coughing out the word “rejecting.” He coughs again: “her.”
"Real subtle," Xavier says, and my face heats as Latham stares down at me.